MIDNIGHT (PERCHANCE TO DREAM) Mar. 16/83 Karl Rigelhof

The smoke is still rising (from) behind the castle walls
As we march away from the battlefield in our blood-stained armour
Another siege well done, another conquest won
Another kingdom crumbles and falls

With sword and lance in hand
I stride in victory upon my valiant steed
And now our thoughts are turned towards our journey home
To tell the tales of our brave victory

A feast awaits, we shall not be late
To drink the king's fine ale and unlock the belts of chastity
We fight for God, king, and country
We raise our shields and bend our bows in a salute to our chivalry

It feels divine to be at court once again
The king is pleased with the spoils of our victory
Silk and velvet lined, sweet damsels serve us wine
Ah, to joust once more in the games I raise my glass to cheer
The life of knighthood makes it just

We ride again at dawn to another foreign land
To fight a war for the peace of all
But when I'm weary from the battle
I'll pretend I'm back in the royal gardens
And the moon is shining high up above
At midnight, perchance to dream